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Book:Heiress of the Wolf Pack Published:2024-11-20

Jude gasped as she was spun around, her momentum causing her to bump up against his chest. Instantly, she was caught by the look in his eyes. For a moment, they stood unmoving, their bodies pressed together from hip to chest. Jude could feel his cock, hard against the flat of her stomach, his breath brushing her cheek to tickle the hair over her ear.
Dresden sucked in a breath as her breasts slammed into his chest. He could feel the hard peaks of her nipples through the thin material of her t-shirt. Determined to take his time, Dresden ignored the invitation and instead, brought her wrist up to his nose. Breathing deeply, he saturated his senses in the scent of her before lapping at the pulse point with his tongue.
Jude watched as he breathed in the smell of her, feeling the desire slam between her legs at the feel of his rough tongue bathing her wrist. Already, she could imagine the feel of him licking her more tender bits with his tongue. Whimpering slightly, Jude shifted, pressing her hips more fully against him.
Dresden wrapped his fingers around her other wrist; grasping her tightly, he walked her backwards until she was pressed up against a large tree. Dipping his head slowly, he brushed his nose across the underside of her jaw, following it to the tender skin of her ear. From there, he followed the length of her neck until he reached the jugular vein pulsing rapidly. Reaching out, he lapped the flat of his tongue across the pulse point, feeling it jump.
Jude sucked in a breath, her hips bucking sharply and her back arching as Dresden replaced his tongue with his teeth and bit – hard. Dresden growled, her skin still between his teeth, and used his hips to pin her lower body to the tree. Using his knee, he shoved her thighs apart and stepped between them. Another growl, this one of satisfaction, rumbled up from his chest as she cradled his cock at the apex of her thighs.
Jude twisted her wrists sharply, breaking his grip and sinking her hands into his hair. Pulling his head back sharply, she forced him to release his hold on her neck or risk tearing her throat out.
Dresden’s growl of displeasure was cut short by Jude’s mouth crashing down on his. Immediately, she sunk into his mouth, searing his lips in a kiss. Their tongues met, mated and dueled; Dresden straining to take control of their mounting passion, Jude unwilling to let go.
Gasping, Jude broke free from the kiss, her lips moving from Dresden’s mouth to nip at his jaw and neck. Her body was practically vibrating and she longed to get closer. Realizing that he had her hips well pinned, Jude lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. Using her heels, she dug into his flank, pulling him into her body.
Dresden responded by reaching beneath her, cupping her ass in his hands and pulling her close. Even through their clothes, he could feel the heat of her searing the front of him. “Not enough,” he growled and let go of her ass. Reaching around, he broke her hold on his hips and dropped her feet back to the ground.
Jude whimpered at the sudden emptiness of space that was created by his absence. She tried to reach for him only to have him grab her wrists and pin them at her sides. Reaching up, Dresden grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and using both hands rendered the thin fabric down the front exposing her breasts. Mesmerized, he watched as her breasts quivered, rising and falling quickly as she panted before him. “Exquisite,” he said, admiring the full mounds of flesh.
Not bothering to wait, Jude shrugged out of her ruined t-shirt before reaching around and releasing the clasp of her bra, dropping it to the ground between them. Watching Dresden, she was unable to decipher the look on his face. His eyes flashed yellow before he dropped his lids, hiding them from her, and his face appeared almost blank.
Dresden struggled to keep his emotions from his face. Staring down at her, watching as she stripped herself and bared her breasts to him, Dresden knew that he’d never experienced anything like this before. Jude met his passion with the boldness of her own, giving as much as she took. It was a stark contrast to the passivity of his human lovers from whom he’d had to hide his true nature and the battle to mate that went on between panthers.
Surprised to see that his hands were shaking slightly, Dresden reached up and cupped both breasts, palming them gently. Jude, her hands back at her sides, let her head fall back and moaned. It had been a long time since someone had touched her and the feel of his hands on her stroked something deep inside of her, calming and stirring it at the same time until she was moving restlessly before him.
Dresden sensed her rising need; shifting closer, he squeezed her breasts, letting his fingers dig into the tender skin while at the same time brushing his thumbs across the hard points of her nipples.
“Oh, god,” she muttered. A moment later she cried out as Dresden squeezed both nipples between his fingers, the sensation causing her clit to throb in need.
Dresden dropped to his knees and wrapped her left nipple in the warm, wet heat of his mouth. His tongue, much like that of his animal, was slightly rough and abraded the tender skin of her nipple as he lapped at it.
Shuddering, Jude grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, almost smothering him with her breast. “More,” she demanded.